Misplaced Poem by Jayne Doe
Misplaced
I turn to you for support
And meet the upside of you head
As you turn your attention away
Towards the screen in front of you
Muttering your disinterest.
And I,
With a loss of words,
Try desperately to say
Whatever I must say
To ensure your disinterest is not due
To a fault of my own.
It pains me
As I realize
I cannot make you care
I just wish you would.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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